CHAPTER FORTY ONE
The Hunt Begins (Part Three)
The forest fell silent.
Not even the wind dared to stir.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the darkness.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four.
Four men emerged from between the towering trees.
Each carried himself with an overwhelming aura that made the very air feel heavier.
Ben's grip on his sword tightened instinctively.
They weren't ordinary.
Not even close.
The man walking in front wore a calm smile that instantly put people at ease. His ash-brown hair was neatly combed, and his amber eyes held a quiet intelligence.
To his left walked a broad-shouldered man with shoulder-length black hair tied loosely behind his back. His expression remained cold, his sharp eyes silently assessing everything around him.
On the right was a man with messy
